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...a staged arrest for your own protection before the trial.
But that's for you to decide.
Can I have some of that cake ?
Pendleton.
UH-UH, Pendleton. UH-UH.
The, uh... The white cake.
With the sweet frost.
So...
Shall we proclaim our secret parley a success ?
It's a deal.
Well done, William. Splendid performance.
However, there are three candles left and only two bullets.
Splendid, splendid !
What did I say ? Didn't I tell you ?
I'll give you the bad news first.
All we got for supper is horseshit.
What the hell's the good news ?
There's tons of it.
The world hates a smart mouth, Scurlock.
Of course, you're going to realize that tomorrow when you swing from that gallows.
Pick your tree, breed.
Stop !
I order you as a peace officer of Lincoln County !
Gentlemen, I'm a schoolteacher from the city of New York,
and the breed back there, well, he's my guide,
and I believe you're about to make an enormous error.
We know you rode with The Boy - Devil,
and you're gonna hang for it.
I swear to you. I never even laid eyes on him.
I was a schoolteacher from the city of New York !
"I was a schoolteacher from the city of New York !"
Howdy, Doc. How are your drawers ?
Nice to see you again, Billy.
It's The Kid !
Come on ! Let's get out !
Jesus ! You sure got a lot of boys riding with you these days.
Them ain't my boys.
It's The Real Lynch Mob !
Let's get out ! HA ! HA !
Where'd they go ?
I don't know. They went over that way !
Hold still now.
Got this Buckshot infection in my elbow.
Makes my right arm kind of...whoa !
Hold still now.
I am still. Just shoot the chain, ok ?
God damn.
It's good to see you, Doc.
I knew you'd come back.
We made a pact, remember ?
You, me, and Chavez.
Pals forever.
Billy, the chains. Come on.
Look. I don't care if you guys swapped spittle and pissed in each other's boots.
I don't take to tenderfoots in my gang,
and I definitely don't take to no Mexicans.
It ain't your gang, Dave.
Mexican-Indian, you son of a ***.
Oh ! I'm sorry !
Hey, tell me something, Chavez.
Was it the savages putting it to a Mexican ***, or was it an Indian *** putting it to the whole god damn Mexican army ?
HO ! HO ! HO ! Come on ! HO !
God damn it.
Remember something, Dave.
These boys are the Lincoln County Regulators.
Yeah. Was.
Were.
Billy, come on. The chain.
You're right, Doc. Were.
There ain't no Regulators no more.
No room for them.
No room for me.
Billy, please.
I'm taking the Mexican Blackbird.
What ? What are you taking ?
The broken trail that go down to Old Mexico.
Only me and a few other boys know it.
Take the trail below.
Hey, Doc...
Once you're down there, these basket men, pay them,
and they'll come up and get your belongings, your family, whatever you need.
Come here, Billy.
Why don't you just shoot the chain, ok ?
All right. Listen here.
Mount up. We're taking the Mexican Blackbird, huh ?
Old Mexico. Let's go. Come on.
Where'd you find him ?
Everything all right, Mr. Chisum ?
Yes, yes. Everything's fine.
Go on and bring the men in, and we'll have a little fresh coffee with the boys here.
Yoo-Hoo ! I'll make you famous.
Mr. Chisum, which one of these boys is the fastest with the iron ?
Don't you do it, Billy.
That be me.
You. Drop Sam Colt.
Billy...
Put her down now.
Step away.
You owe me $ 500 , Mr. Chisum, so what I'm going to do is kill one of your men for every $5.00 you owe me.
Only I'm going to do it fair.
How's that for square ?
Now, when I go for my gun, you start shooting. But I promise you, you will not make it.
Ready ?
Yeah, I'm ready.
Dave.
Oh my god !
495.
Hendry.
Oh my god !
Hendry.
Oh my...
490.
You just killed yourself.
Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, which of you is the leader of your gang ?
That would be me.
Arkansas Dave.
You are not, Dave.
I am so !
You are not.
I am so !
Are not !
I am so !
Gentlemen, I'm a deputized man, and I do things the law way.
Which way ?
Law Way.
Law way. I see.
Ok, go ahead. Go ahead.
Now, the people out there, they do things their own way.
They got their minds set on a hanging.
Now, it's going to be hell if I can't control this situation.
So, what I propose is this : I understand you have an Indian in your group.
Yes, sir. Jose Chavez Y Chavez. He's a Mexican-Indian. How that be ?
Well, that'll be just fine.
If I can give this Indian to those people out there, they'll be well satisfied.
The rest of you can just ride out.
You hear that, Chavez ?
Sir, I agree to those terms.
They're an angry mob, indeed, and we do happen to have an Indian on the premises.
Give me your hat.
Now, Mr. Law way, may i see your hat ?
I really don't see how hats are relevant in this situation.
I do.
Dave.
The gentleman's jacket.
There.
Mr. Carlyle !
Now I can talk to you.
Now you don't look like such a politician.
Can I take the Indian with me or not ?
The Indian's going out to satisfy the crowd, but you obviously don't understand the meaning of the word "pals".
Think I'd hand my friend over to a bucket of mule dung like you ?
That's an insult. Turn around, chief.
Come on, Carlyle ! You bringing him out or not ?
All right, you white caps ! We're coming out, but we're coming out shooting ! Get ready for war !
Oh my god !
That's deputy Carlyle.
That's James Carlyle.
Come on. Le's get out of here. Let's go.
Assay ! Assay ! Assay ! Assay !
Assay !
Let's go ! Heyah ! Come on !
Jesus Christ !
Even their horses are crazy.
It's all right. We got time. We'll go back through the Arroyo.
Well, that's convenient, ain't it ?
Pardon me ?
The Kid'll be long gone. Maybe that's what you want, Pat.
What I want is for you to cork your god damn government mouth mister, and the next time you address me common,
I will put you on your prissy little ***.
Sweet Mary's *** ! How the hell did you get them to do that ? What's that mean anyway ? Assay, assay ?
It's an ancient Navaho word.
It means stop.
Dave...
It's your gang.
What ?
It's your gang. You lead us out. Come on.
It' ain't my gang ! It's your gang ! It's always been your gang.
Don't cross me, Dave.
Billy !
Let's finish the game.
Go ! Go ! Come on, Chavez ! Go !
...by the court here that said defendant William H. Bonney, alias Kid, alias William Antrim, alias Henry McCarty be confined in prison
in said Lincoln County, by the sheriff of such County, until on the day aforesaid, he be taken from such prison
to a suitable and convenient place of execution within said County, and there be hanged by the neck till he be dead, dead, dead.
Now, do you have anything to say, young man ?
Yes, your honor, I do.
You can go to hell, hell, hell.
All right, Kid.
Let your squirrel go. Muy pronto !
I wouldn't go in there if I were you.
Kid ?
Hey.
Yoo-Hoo, Bell.
I'll make you famous.
Don't do it, Bell. Bell, come on, don't do it.
I ain't kidding. Bell !
That was stupid, Bell.
Bell kill him ? Did Bell kill the kid ?
Hello, Bob !
*** !
Good-bye, Bob.
Best $ 1.80 I ever spent !